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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Velvet Underground to the techno 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agent Orange,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.