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 Guyana and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cluster 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.