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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
Ten City,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.