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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pantytec to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
Nico,
The Star Department,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
Icehouse,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.