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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
Scion,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
World's Most,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
Brass Construction,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
The Fugs,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
the Normal,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.