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 Australia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
June of 44,
Skaos,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ossler,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.