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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hardrive to the jazz 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
The Gories,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.