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 Malawi and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
Mars,
The Busters,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
The Index,
Kas Product,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.