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 Panama and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hashim,
Connie Case,
The Names,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
10cc,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.