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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Sherman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
10cc,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.