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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Skaos 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.