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 Botswana and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Chrome to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
Pagans,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.