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 Palau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Goldenarms,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.