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 Mauritania and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sparks to the grime 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
Parry Music,
Slave,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.