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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Panda Bear to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.