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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Nirvana to the rock 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
MDC,
Josef K,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Slits,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.