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 Korea South and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Style,
Wire,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.