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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
Pussy Galore,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
Gong,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
Pierre Henry,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
the Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.