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 Norway and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.