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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
Make Up,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
The Saints,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.