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 Finland and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Fugs to the grunge 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
The Leaves,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shuggie Otis,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q65,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.