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 Suriname and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Zapp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
Magma,
MDC,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats,
Nirvana,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.