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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
June Days,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
the Association,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
The American Breed,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
X-101,
Robert Görl,
Nirvana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tom Boy,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.