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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ice-T,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.