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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacob Miller,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.