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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sister Nancy to the rock 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.