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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith,
Shoche,
Oneida,
Anthony Braxton,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
Chris & Cosey,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
Ituana,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
Babytalk,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.