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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Michelle Simonal to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
JFA,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
The Index,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Pole,
Ossler,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.