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 Slovakia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Fat Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Silicon Teens,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
Roxette,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Magazine,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Josef K,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.