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 Tonga and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
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 snare 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 Erykah Badu to the rock 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
Parry Music,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.