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 Montenegro 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.