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 Thailand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blossom Toes to the punk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
The Invisible,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
Swans,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.