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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Technova,
Model 500,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.