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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Josef K to the rock 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.