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 Oman and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Roxy Music to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Index,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Roxette,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.