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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 U.S. Maple to the techno 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
Con Funk Shun,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
Niagra,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.