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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann,
The Busters,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
Rakim,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.