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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Black Dice to the disco 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Technova,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Oblivians,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.