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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the funk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
UT,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
Rekid,
Index,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
Au Pairs,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.