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 Ghana 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Bauhaus to the punk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.