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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ken Boothe,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.