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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Byron Stingily 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
DNA,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
Junior Murvin,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The New Christs,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
John Cale,
Hardrive,
Jerry's Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.