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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Henry Cow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
Kayak,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.