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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Swell Maps to the grime 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
Echospace,
Can,
The Toasters,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
10cc,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.