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 Panama and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skarface to the funk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
The Vogues,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
Nico,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.