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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Fall,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
Pole,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Carl Craig,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.