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 Malawi and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Basic Channel to the disco 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
Skriet,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
Negative Approach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.