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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Gang of Four to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Television,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.