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 Vietnam 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.