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 Algeria and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amazonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
The Move,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
X-101,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.