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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 kango's stein massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
Smog,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.