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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 marimba 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Q and Not U,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Sparks,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.