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 Botswana and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
Mantronix,
New Order,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.