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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Procol Harum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.