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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 a-ha to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
Don Cherry,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.