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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Kinks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
The Busters,
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.