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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Skriet to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minnie Riperton,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
the Soft Cell,
UT,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.