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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
the Normal,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.