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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fad Gadget to the dance 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor 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?
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
The Saints,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.