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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Alton Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
Monks,
X-102,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Halsall,
H. Thieme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
The Barracudas,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.