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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
Reuben Wilson,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.