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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Make Up,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
Magma,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
Funky Four + One,
Suicide,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
The Motions,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.