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 Colombia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Scrapy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Moon,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.