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 Russia and from Columbus.
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 Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
a-ha,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
cv313,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
Model 500,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
The Smoke,
Technova,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
Q65,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.