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 Malta 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Outsiders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Desert Stars,
ABBA,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Techniques,
Robert Wyatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.