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 Oman and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 JFA to the crunk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.