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 Morocco and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Almond to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
Smog,
10cc,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.