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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Q and Not U 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Interpol,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
The Seeds,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.