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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Erykah Badu to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Spandau Ballet,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.