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 San Marino and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Bananas 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
The Slits,
10cc,
The Standells,
Echospace,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
PIL,
Visage,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
Slave,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
Mr. Review,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.