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 Barbados and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Can,
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
Unwound,
The Doors,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
MC5,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.