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 Kenya and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Archie Shepp to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
Freddie Wadling,
Crime,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q65,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Chris & Cosey,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.