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 Canada and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Pagans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Model 500,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Technova,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.