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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 H. Thieme to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
Shoche,
The Residents,
Technova,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
Loose Ends,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.