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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
Q65,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.