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 Cuba and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
Gong,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Black Moon,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Yaz,
The Doors,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.