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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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?
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
Model 500,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
UT,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
Television,
This Heat,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
X-101,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.