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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
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 Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Harry Pussy to the disco 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.