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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moleskins,
Susan Cadogan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
Q65,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.