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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sugar Minott to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
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.