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 Estonia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moebius to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispy Ambulance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.