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 Brazil and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Aural Exciters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.