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 Cuba 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
Index,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gories,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.