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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Index to the crunk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stereo Dub,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.