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 Comoros and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Excepter to the techno 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Wire,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gap Band,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.