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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 David Bowie to the rap 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
Niagra,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.