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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Moby Grape to the electroclash 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visage,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
Swans,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.