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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.