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 Niger and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
The Five Americans,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
The Names,
The Fall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
Severed Heads,
Adolescents,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.