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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Malaria!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
The Human League,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.