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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Todd Terry to the crunk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
Siglo XX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
Deakin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
Nas,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
L. Decosne,
The Monks,
Moebius,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
The Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
UT,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.