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 Spain and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
Little Man,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.