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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Intrusion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
X-102,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.