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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Royal Trux to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos 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?
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sarah Menescal,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
Mantronix,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Make Up,
Subhumans,
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.