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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Chris & Cosey to the grunge 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
Josef K,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
UT,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.