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 Montenegro and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Brass Construction to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Kas Product,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donald Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
Q65,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.