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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scientists to the dance 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
Neil Young,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.