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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Urselle to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
Arcadia,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Crime,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Pantytec,
X-102,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
UT,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.