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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 EPMD to the crunk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Pylon,
Roxette,
Scion,
Hoover,
Lower 48,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Little Man,
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.