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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
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 synthesizer 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 Magazine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Jandek,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
JFA,
The Martian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
R.M.O.,
Kerri Chandler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
Television,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tropical Tobacco,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.