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 Syria and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Young Rascals 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
CMW,
Kaleidoscope,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
Bauhaus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.