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 Taiwan and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Skaos 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
Interpol,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.