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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Dark Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Scion,
ABC,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
Skaos,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
The Wake,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.