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 Finland and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
The Index,
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
Cal Tjader,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.