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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 United States of America 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
X-101,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rapeman,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.