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 India and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 This Heat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
Organ,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
Cameo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
Scion,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.