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 Rwanda and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 cv313 to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxette,
Symarip,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ituana,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ten City,
Popol Vuh,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.