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 Mauritania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quantec to the disco 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
Lyres,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.