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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quantec to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
Motorama,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
Wally Richardson,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
Shoche,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.