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 Portugal and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Visage to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Nas,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.