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 Bangladesh and from New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Germs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
This Heat,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
The Associates,
Skriet,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.