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 Malawi and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
Andrew Hill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.