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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Jeff Mills to the grime 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
Index,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
Godley & Creme,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sam Rivers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.