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 Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Glenn Branca to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ 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?
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
Yaz,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.