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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Yaz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
Quantec,
Aswad,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.