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 Burkina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Roxy Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
June Days,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.