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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Moebius to the dance 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
Shoche,
Scott Walker,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
Hashim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.