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 Belarus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
the Normal,
The Invisible,
Mars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Sheep,
AZ,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
cv313,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.