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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Thee Headcoats to the dance 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
F. McDonald,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.