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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lebanon Hanover to the electroclash 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Basic Channel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
Scion,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.