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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Basic Channel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.