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 Singapore and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugazi to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
Television,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
Japan,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.