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 Poland and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rap 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
China Crisis,
AZ,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.