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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.