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 Germany and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Vainqueur to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.