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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jandek 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Roxette,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gichy Dan,
The Pop Group,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.