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 Laos and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Lyres to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
Bill Near,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Shoche,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.