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 Iraq and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Hoover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
the Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
Kas Product,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Mills,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.