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 Iran and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Slick Rick 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Bill Wells,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.