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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brass Construction to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
Man Parrish,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.