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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Guru Guru to the grunge 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
Suicide,
June Days,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Can,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.