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 Honduras and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crooked Eye to the grime 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
a-ha,
Yaz,
Howard Jones,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.