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 Vietnam and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Basic Channel to the funk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
the Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
K-Klass,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
Mo-Dettes,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.