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 Nauru and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Audionom to the jazz 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.