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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 The Associates to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
DNA,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
L. Decosne,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Sun City Girls,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.