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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Negative Approach to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.