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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Gichy Dan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Smog,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.