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 Brunei and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Model 500 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Magma,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.