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 Angola and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blancmange,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DNA,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.