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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Agent Orange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.