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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
Barrington Levy,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.