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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Siglo XX to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
The Moleskins,
The Pop Group,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.