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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Clarke,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
Soft Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.