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 Mali 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gang of Four to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.