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 Tuvalu and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
The Leaves,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
the Normal,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.