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 Japan and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Sherman to the crunk 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
Suicide,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
UT,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Index,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
Crime,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.