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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Sister Nancy to the grime 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Connie Case,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
Section 25,
Ronan,
a-ha,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
Skriet,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
New Order,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
Visage,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.