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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
Pole,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heaven 17,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Slits,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.