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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Adolescents to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.