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 Italy and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bluetip 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.