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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Toasters to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
Faraquet,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
The J.B.'s,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q65,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
The Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
The Associates,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.