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 Lebanon and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Colin Newman to the grunge 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cowsills,
Godley & Creme,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
Technova,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.