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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.