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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
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 organ 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Organ,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.