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 Turkey and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Nas,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
Index,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
Wings,
Lalann,
Scion,
DNA,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
Q65,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.