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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
The Zeros,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
the Soft Cell,
Audionom,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.