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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 PIL to the punk 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
Television,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
Gang Starr,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.