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 Cambodia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alice Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.