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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Smog,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO,
Cecil Taylor,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Arcadia,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
The Motions,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.