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 Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Remains to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Leonard Cohen,
The Vogues,
Gong,
10cc,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.