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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Fuzztones to the techno 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Zapp,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Wire,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.