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 Vietnam and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 CMW to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.