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 Congo and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Josef K to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
MC5,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Swans,
Gong,
X-101,
Lower 48,
The Move,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.