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 Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
Byron Stingily,
The Litter,
The Move,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.