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 Egypt 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Circle Jerks 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sugar Minott,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
Scion,
The Fall,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.