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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Minutemen to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
Quando Quango,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Sparks,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.