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 Seychelles and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dirtbombs to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
Can,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.