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 Portugal and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.