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 Armenia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Agent Orange to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
X-101,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.