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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cameo to the disco 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
Darondo,
Alphaville,
X-101,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.