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 Dominica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pere Ubu to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
ABC,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
Yaz,
Rekid,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.