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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Godley & Creme 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.