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 Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Graham Central Station to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Wire,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.