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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quando Quango to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
Japan,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Urselle,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.