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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Delta 5 to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
Magma,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.