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 Cuba and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.