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 Serbia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.