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 Korea North and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Walker Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
FM Einheit,
Excepter,
Icehouse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
The Index,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.