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 Japan 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Morten Harket to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
Hasil Adkins,
Kas Product,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.