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 Finland and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 rap 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick Morgan,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
Can,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
Outsiders,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.