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 Laos 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the dance 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
The Offenders,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Machine,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
The Victims,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.