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 Mauritania and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Count Five to the grunge 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
Can,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gichy Dan,
Pylon,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.