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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Scientists,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.