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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Raincoats to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monks,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
Can,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
Q65,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.