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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yusef Lateef to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.