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 Qatar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neu! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
Erasure,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.