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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Modern Lovers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
The Index,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
B.T. Express,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.