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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Techniques to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
ABC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.