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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ludus to the dance 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.