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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Au Pairs to the disco 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
Josef K,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Sparks,
The Moody Blues,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skarface,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Deakin,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
Fat Boys,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Hot Snakes,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
X-101,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.