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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Star Department to the rap 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
Skarface,
Chrome,
Hardrive,
Smog,
Slave,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.