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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
Y Pants,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.