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 Croatia and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magazine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie 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?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
The Dave Clark Five,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.