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 Austria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Section 25 to the crunk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hasil Adkins,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.