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 Philippines and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
Roxette,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Index,
DJ Style,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.