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 Niger and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
Joe Smooth,
Hashim,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masters at Work,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
Chris & Cosey,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.