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 Libya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lakeside to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Bob Dylan,
Lalann,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.