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 San Marino and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Banda Bassotti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Yaz,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
The Move,
PIL,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
The Saints,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
AZ,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.