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 Uganda and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Franke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
Metal Thangz,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.