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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
Gong,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
Newcleus,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne,
Idris Muhammad,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.