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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
MDC,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.