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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fluxion to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Nico,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
The Raincoats,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
X-102,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.