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 South Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jandek to the crunk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
The Human League,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
Brick,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.