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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.