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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 OOIOO 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
Interpol,
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
Visage,
JFA,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.