Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkmenistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
Dawn Penn,
the Swans,
the Germs,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
Franke,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.