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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Radiohead 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Hardrive,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.