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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 The Shadows of Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Wings,
Niagra,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Darondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.