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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
the Germs,
The Saints,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
Hardrive,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.