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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül,
Symarip,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe,
X-102,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.