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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
Scion,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Near,
Fear,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.