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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Fire Engines,
the Swans,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.