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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Ultravox to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
Robert Hood,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
New Order,
OOIOO,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
Scion,
DNA,
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.