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 Micronesia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Busters,
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
Quantec,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.