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 Turkey and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wire to the crunk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
The Monks,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.