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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Model 500 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
Technova,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Moon,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
The Names,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.