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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pierre Henry to the rap 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.