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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warsaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
UT,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
Slave,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.