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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 AZ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
Echospace,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.