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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Grauzone to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran 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?
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.