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 Laos and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Rapeman to the crunk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
a-ha,
John Holt,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.