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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grey Daturas to the techno 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
Bluetip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Hoover,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
John Holt,
New Order,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.