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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Camouflage to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
Ponytail,
PIL,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalann,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.