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 Yemen and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Wolf Eyes 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
ABC,
Symarip,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
New Order,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.