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 Italy and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Can,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
David McCallum,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
Deakin,
Q65,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars,
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Alton Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.