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 Liberia and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camouflage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
the Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.