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 Mali and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 cv313 to the funk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron,
The Golliwogs,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.