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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Bar-Kays to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
Section 25,
Monks,
The Fugs,
The Slits,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
June Days,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.