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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.