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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Sun Ra 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
Pagans,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.