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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 China Crisis to the punk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
PIL,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
New Order,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
the Swans,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
Liliput,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.