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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
the Association,
The Cure,
The Move,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.