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 Bahrain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Radiohead 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Glenn Branca,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
Fat Boys,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.