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 Russia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
Sister Nancy,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
Quantec,
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Near,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.