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 Panama and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Birthday Party to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The New Christs,
UT,
The Invisible,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
Skarface,
the Sonics,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.