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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Buzzcocks 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.