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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Cymande to the techno 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Brothers Johnson,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
UT,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Inner City,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.