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 Japan and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 PIL to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Bill Wells,
Minutemen,
Zapp,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber 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.