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 Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the dance 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Q65,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Can,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.