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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 The Happenings to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
Technova,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Y Pants,
Brick,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
World's Most,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
Skaos,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
The J.B.'s,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.