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 United States and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 DNA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
Faraquet,
The Music Machine,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
Section 25,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.