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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fear to the disco 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zero Boys,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
Toni Rubio,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.