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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Albert Ayler,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
Ten City,
David Axelrod,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.