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 New Zealand and from Accra.
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 Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Alison Limerick to the disco 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Cluster,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
Pussy Galore,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dead Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.