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 Honduras and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Blackbyrds to the electroclash 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie,
Monks,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Pagans,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.