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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
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 Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Section 25 to the punk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Motions,
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
New Age Steppers,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.