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 Bahrain and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 The Leaves to the jazz 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
Funky Four + One,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.