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 Grenada and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
Organ,
cv313,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.