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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
Anakelly,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Alphaville,
The Index,
Yazoo,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.