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 Denmark and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Warren Ellis to the techno 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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
New Order,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.