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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Das Ding to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
Brand Nubian,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
Wire,
Franke,
Kas Product,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.