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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
the Association,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
T. Rex,
Swans,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.