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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.