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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skaos to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
cv313,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Susan Cadogan,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
Magazine,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.