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 Iceland and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead Boys to the funk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erasure,
Q65,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.