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 France and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
MC5,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.