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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 One Last Wish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Niagra,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
Scientists,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
The Slits,
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.