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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispy Ambulance to the dance 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.