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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Roxy Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
cv313,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Masters at Work,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
Grauzone,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
Marine Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.