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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Al Stewart to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
Rapeman,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Mantronix,
Fear,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.