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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Cymande to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Carl Craig,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Ornette Coleman,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.