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 Guatemala 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grunge 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q65,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
Roxette,
the Association,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.