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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Outsiders to the electroclash 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
Outsiders,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
Monks,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.