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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
Slave,
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
Kayak,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.