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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lungfish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
10cc,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.