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 Qatar and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Idris Muhammad,
UT,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.