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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 the Bar-Kays to the electroclash 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
Can,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
The Move,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.