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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
Faraquet,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.