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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
X-101,
Cluster,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
Roxette,
UT,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.