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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Remains to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
Nico,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.