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 Chile and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Birthday Party 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
Television Personalities,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.