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 Italy and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Franke to the rap 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
Scan 7,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.