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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Quando Quango to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
The Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
Agent Orange,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
Fluxion,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.