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 Liberia and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Duran Duran to the techno 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.