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 Moldova and from New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
Kas Product,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
Joey Negro,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Brick,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
Davy DMX,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.