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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Bang On A Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
the Germs,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Neu!,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.