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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gun Club to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.