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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monolake to the techno 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
Wire,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.