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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 The Fuzztones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
Tim Buckley,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Cheater Slicks,
ABBA,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.