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 Fiji and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
10cc,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis,
Swans,
Sparks,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
CMW,
Fear,
Inner City,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
Wings,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.