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 Sweden and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 OOIOO to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
The Slackers,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
Slave,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.