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 Israel and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 the Germs to the disco 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
Ice-T,
The Move,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.