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 Kiribati 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reagan Youth to the funk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Cure,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
D'Angelo,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
Nico,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Can,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.