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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Rakim to the disco 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
cv313,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
Infiniti,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.