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 Russia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 L. Decosne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.