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 Tonga and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Oneida,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.