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 Egypt and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Warren Ellis to the jazz 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Minutemen,
Ice-T,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.