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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes 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 crunk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.