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 Japan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Quadrant to the rock 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
DNA,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
Index,
Niagra,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
Soft Cell,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.