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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Chrome to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.