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 Tanzania and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vainqueur to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
the Association,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.