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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rap 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
X-101,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
Zapp,
Unwound,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABC,
The Index,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Technova,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.