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 Korea South and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rapeman to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
Ralphi Rosario,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
The Fall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.