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 Belize and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
John Holt,
John Cale,
Can,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.