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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Adolescents to the rock 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Urselle,
Television Personalities,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.