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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
10cc,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.