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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New York Dolls to the grime 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q65,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
MC5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.