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 Dominica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Motions,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
Joyce Sims,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
Altered Images,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Rapeman,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang On A Can,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.