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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Walker Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Moon,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
Crime,
Albert Ayler,
Moebius,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
Television,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.