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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erasure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
Can,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
Pagans,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.