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 Poland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Reuben Wilson to the grunge 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Barrington Levy,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.