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 Iraq and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gladiators to the funk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Sister Nancy,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.