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 Maldives and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the electroclash 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.