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 Oman and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Model 500 to the punk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
Scientists,
Oneida,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
Essential Logic,
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
The Index,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
Mars,
Procol Harum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.