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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Von Mondo to the grime 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.