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 Madrid.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minor Threat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
X-102,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
Joensuu 1685,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
Monks,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.