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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roxette to the disco 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
Adolescents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
the Slits,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
The Fugs,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.