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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 the Normal to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Model 500,
The Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.