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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Vainqueur to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.