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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Duran Duran,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Icehouse,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.