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 Senegal and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Metal Thangz to the punk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rekid,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
Erasure,
Pantaleimon,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.