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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
The New Christs,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.