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 Philippines and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Skaos to the grime 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
The Wake,
Darondo,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
Can,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.