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 Somalia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Radiohead to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monks,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
The Human League,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex,
Crime,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.