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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Gong to the electroclash 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.