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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gong to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pylon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
The New Christs,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
the Soft Cell,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.