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 Serbia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Albert Ayler to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
Bronski Beat,
Q65,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
Moebius,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.