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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jawbox to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Au Pairs,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
ABBA,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deakin,
Can,
Black Pus,
The Dirtbombs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.