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 Chile and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxette to the grime 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
Fear,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sight & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Niagra,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.