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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.