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 Benin and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
Ornette Coleman,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
Wire,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.