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 Venezuela and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Rapeman to the rap 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Adolescents,
Outsiders,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
Ultravox,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.