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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
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 Holger Czukay 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 ABC to the grunge 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.