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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Hardrive to the grime 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.