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 Belgium and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Deadbeat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
Josef K,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Deepchord,
Charles Mingus,
Q65,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.