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 Niger and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Marine Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
Q65,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.