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 Hungary and from New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Clear Light to the punk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
The Move,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deadbeat,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.