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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Rapeman to the disco 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
Suicide,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.