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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Holt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
OOIOO,
Ludus,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harmonia,
cv313,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.