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 San Marino and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an oboe 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
Public Image Ltd.,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.