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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Chris Corsano 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
Skarface,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.