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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gichy Dan 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 Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Organ,
The Trojans,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.