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 Qatar and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
Ten City,
the Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Franke,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.