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 Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 In Retrospect to the rock 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang of Four,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.