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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Golliwogs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
Ossler,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
Q65,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Slave,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.