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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Crime,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Josef K,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
Mantronix,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.