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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masters at Work to the jazz 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
Excepter,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.