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 Sudan and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
June Days,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.