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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glenn Branca to the dance 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Byron Stingily,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.