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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Public Enemy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.