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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
Jawbox,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Symarip,
Motorama,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
Main Source,
Q65,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Subhumans,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.