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 Serbia and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 808 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 The Misunderstood to the electroclash 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
Mandrill,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drexciya,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mars,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.