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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 EPMD to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
The Doors,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Khruangbin,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.