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 Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Skriet to the techno 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.