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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Adolescents to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
Index,
Suicide,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
Rakim,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.