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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
The Move,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Pantaleimon,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Niagra,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
a-ha,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Rakim,
Nirvana,
Young Marble Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.