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 Libya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
10cc,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
Gang Green,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.