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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Steve Hackett to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.