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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
The Barracudas,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
Buzzcocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.