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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Joy Division to the punk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Laurel Aitken,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.