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 Burkina and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.