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 Colombia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
The Human League,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
The Knickerbockers,
Jandek,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.