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 Belize and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
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 marimba 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
Swans,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
The Five Americans,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
Charles Mingus,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.