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 Uganda and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Saccharine Trust to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
Flipper,
Cymande,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
the Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
CMW,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.