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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
Slave,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
Joy Division,
Crime,
Mantronix,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Joe Smooth,
Delta 5,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.