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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Cluster to the jazz 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear,
10cc,
David Bowie,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.