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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bill Near to the jazz 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
The Residents,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
Charles Mingus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Skriet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.