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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 H. Thieme to the rock 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche 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?
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Sight & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
Skaos,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Wings,
The Selecter,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
Pantaleimon,
Animal Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.