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 Georgia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
Amazonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
Lakeside,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
The Martian,
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Kenny Larkin,
Babytalk,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.