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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 John Foxx to the disco 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul II Soul,
John Holt,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
Swans,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.