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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Joe Finger to the disco 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
Fear,
The Mummies,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.