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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young to the techno 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
Cameo,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
Intrusion,
Mars,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
The Saints,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.