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 South Africa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Mills,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.