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 Brunei and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Goldenarms,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.