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 Costa Rica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Ronan to the crunk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Nils Olav,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David McCallum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.