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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q and Not U to the grime 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
Tom Boy,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
DNA,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.