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 Eritrea and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Audionom 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
The Fall,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
Skriet,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Darondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Franke,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.