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 Malta and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the punk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
The Doors,
Swans,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.