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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
Quadrant,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
A Certain Ratio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.