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 Congo and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Excepter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
Mars,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
the Germs,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.