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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
Mars,
The Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scan 7,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.