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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jawbox to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
Black Flag,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Black Pus,
Erasure,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Marine Girls,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
cv313,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.