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 Serbia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Robert Görl to the disco 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
Wings,
Rakim,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.