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 United Kingdom 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Blossom Toes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
the Swans,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.