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 Brunei and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Make Up to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
the Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
Bauhaus,
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.