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 St Lucia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag 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 disco 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
The Fall,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zapp,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.