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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Yellowson,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
the Human League,
Scientists,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pop Group,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.