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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rap 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
Junior Murvin,
DNA,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Procol Harum,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
Television,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.