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 Senegal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Sex Pistols to the disco 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
PIL,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
ABBA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Lynne,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.