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 Finland and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
CMW,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.