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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 UT to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nas,
Magma,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
Index,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
Metal Thangz,
John Foxx,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
John Holt,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.