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 Argentina and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pulsallama to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry 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 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
ABBA,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monks,
Magma,
Lalann,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.