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 Antigua and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yaz,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
Basic Channel,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
Echospace,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.