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 Australia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 EPMD to the grime 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Surgeon,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
ABBA,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
Desert Stars,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.