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 China and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the funk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Robert Görl,
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
Yazoo,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.