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 South Africa and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mark Hollis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
Index,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
The Smoke,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.