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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
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 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 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 DNA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Terry,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Prince Buster,
The Human League,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ponytail,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.