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 Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.