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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Brass Construction to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.