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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Massinfluence to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
Deadbeat,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
Josef K,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
the Normal,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.