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 Malta and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
Smog,
John Holt,
10cc,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.