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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
Shoche,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.