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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monochrome Set to the punk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Liliput,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
Can,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
Mars,
Cymande,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.