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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the jazz 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magazine,
Nils Olav,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
Nas,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
Shoche,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.