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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.