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 China and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Lydon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
Wire,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
Oneida,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Television,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.