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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
Minny Pops,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
The Index,
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
The Toasters,
10cc,
Pulsallama,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
UT,
Brick,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
MC5,
Monolake,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.