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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magazine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zero Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Bauhaus,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
Visage,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.