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 Morocco and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Moleskins to the jazz 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
Massinfluence,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.