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 Estonia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 June Days to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.