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 Slovakia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Audionom 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.