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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Eric Dolphy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
PIL,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
Accadde A,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.