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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 The Motions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q65,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
Scion,
Hashim,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
Bang On A Can,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.