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 Palau and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Negative Approach to the electroclash 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
The Gladiators,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
Crime,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.