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 Dominican Republic and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
DNA,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
Arthur Verocai,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.