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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
B.T. Express,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.