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 Belarus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.