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 Panama and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gun Club to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
Cameo,
John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
OOIOO,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
Hasil Adkins,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.