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 Qatar and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
Brick,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
June of 44,
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.