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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tommy Roe to the techno 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
Hoover,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.