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 Iraq and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moleskins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
Suicide,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.