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 Russia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Subhumans to the rock 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
Wire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
The Gories,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
The Stooges,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
The Gap Band,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.