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 Serbia and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
Public Enemy,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
Nico,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.