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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
Index,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.