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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
Fear,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
The Smoke,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
Scientists,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.