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 Greece and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Star Department to the rap 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
PIL,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
Derrick May,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
Nick Fraelich,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.