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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Skaos to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
EPMD,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
Smog,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.