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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Das Ding to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Henry Cow,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.