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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
The Gories,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
The Slits,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.