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 Latvia and from Manchester.
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 Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mark Hollis to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
U.S. Maple,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
ABC,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.