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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Unrelated Segments to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
Japan,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
The Golliwogs,
Scientists,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.