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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
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 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 Can to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
Index,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.