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 Singapore and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Talk Talk,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Sällskapet,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.