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 Kenya 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Andrew Hill to the rock 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Sandy B,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.