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 Libya and from New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
Byron Stingily,
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
The Techniques,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.