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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jandek to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
Neu!,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
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Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
UT,
Warsaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.