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 Ghana and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
R.M.O.,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Supertramp,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.