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 Morocco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
Marine Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.