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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
UT,
The Seeds,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Television,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Jawbox,
Monks,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.