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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Excepter to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eden Ahbez,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
Arcadia,
PIL,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.