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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
Intrusion,
Peter and Kerry,
Spandau Ballet,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.