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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 New Christs to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
Section 25,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Fear,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
Sparks,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.