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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blues Magoos to the grime 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
AZ,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
Whodini,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Move,
Fear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.