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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dead Boys to the grunge 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
cv313,
Ossler,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.