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 Uganda and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
Index,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Warren Ellis,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.