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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
Whodini,
DNA,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.