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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.