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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
Crispy Ambulance,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
Kayak,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.