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 Mozambique and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Darondo,
Little Man,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
EPMD,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
Davy DMX,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drexciya,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.