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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana,
The Names,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.