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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bang On A Can to the dance 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
Sex Pistols,
Aloha Tigers,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.