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 Swaziland 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zapp to the funk 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
Magma,
Cameo,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.