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 Sweden and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Soft Machine to the rap 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
Circle Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Average White Band,
Accadde A,
Nas,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
UT,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.