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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 H. Thieme to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Shoche,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.