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 Greece and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
Junior Murvin,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
This Heat,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
Television,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
Organ,
Derrick May,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.