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 Solomon Islands and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Bush Tetras to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
the Human League,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.