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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
Lungfish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
Smog,
Ronan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
JFA,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.