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 Uganda and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 American Breed to the funk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
The Invisible,
ABC,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.