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 Romania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slave,
Quadrant,
the Germs,
Pantaleimon,
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
Janne Schatter,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.