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 Haiti and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
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 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 Camberwell Now to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
The Angels of Light,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
The Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
Pylon,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
The Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yaz,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick May,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.