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 Finland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Tres Demented to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
The Litter,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
New Order,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Selecter,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
Pole,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.