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 Morocco and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
The Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.