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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
Wings,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Urselle,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal,
Skarface,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
Sugar Minott,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.