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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Sister Nancy to the dance 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
Outsiders,
Interpol,
Kayak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kaleidoscope,
Godley & Creme,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.