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 Germany and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grunge 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
Schoolly D,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
Nico,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
Monks,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.