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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fatback Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
Television,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
K-Klass,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
Neu!,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.