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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Electric Prunes 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Ultravox,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
John Cale,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
Can,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
The Associates,
Black Bananas,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Quadrant,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.