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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Freddie Wadling to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Khruangbin,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.