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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Colin Newman,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
PIL,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Television,
Niagra,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.