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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 F. McDonald to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
Sound Behaviour,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
Von Mondo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
June Days,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.