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 United States and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Bob Dylan to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
The Durutti Column,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
John Cale,
Visage,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
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.