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 Sudan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lightning Bolt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
Monks,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
Lyres,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
Technova,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.