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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Black Sheep to the techno 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
Pole,
Scion,
Franke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Television,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
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.