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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
Technova,
Mantronix,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Interpol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Magazine,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
Au Pairs,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.