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 Cuba 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Khruangbin to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
Slave,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.