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 Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Maurizio to the crunk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
ABC,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.