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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
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 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 The Fall to the electroclash 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
World's Most,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.