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 Estonia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABC to the crunk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo,
the Normal,
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Silicon Teens,
the Swans,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.