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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Althea and Donna,
Can,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Warsaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.