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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Desert Stars to the funk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
Lalann,
The Martian,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Can,
Q65,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
Black Bananas,
MDC,
Toni Rubio,
Thompson Twins,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.