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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Newcleus to the disco 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
Magazine,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
MC5,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
The Human League,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.