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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Mantronix to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
The United States of America,
Joy Division,
Gong,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
Can,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
Josef K,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.