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 Finland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Doobie Brothers 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
June Days,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.