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 Guatemala and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Bill Wells to the rap 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
The Mummies,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
Suicide,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.