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 Somalia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Procol Harum to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
Howard Jones,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronan,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.