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 Haiti and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
The Fugs,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.