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 Denmark and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Machine to the dance 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
Michelle Simonal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Buckinghams,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.