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 Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Names 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.