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 Chad and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 The Shadows of Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Howard Jones,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
Magazine,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.