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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Simply Red to the grime 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
Fela Kuti,
China Crisis,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.