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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kas Product to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter & Gordon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
Interpol,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Can,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
New York Dolls,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
ABC,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.