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 Norway and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans 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?
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.