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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Joey Negro to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Trumans Water,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gong,
Camouflage,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Newcleus,
Television,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
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.