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 Tonga and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 London Community Gospel Choir 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
CMW,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Halsall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.