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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
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 Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse 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?
the Germs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
Make Up,
Suicide,
Ituana,
Albert Ayler,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.