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 Colombia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scan 7 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
Wings,
T. Rex,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
PIL,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.