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 Tehran.
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 Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
The Names,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
Japan,
Deakin,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
New Order,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.