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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Make Up to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
Crime,
Pantytec,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
Ultimate Spinach,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
The Index,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.