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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
Supertramp,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.