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 Romania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Camouflage,
X-102,
The Slackers,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.