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 Yemen and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
Swans,
Cluster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.