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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Accadde A to the rap 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
X-101,
Harmonia,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.