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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Chrome to the funk 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
Urselle,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
The Standells,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
Gong,
Quando Quango,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.