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 Morocco and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Doobie Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
Blake Baxter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
Bill Near,
Organ,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.