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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
kango's stein massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.