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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Make Up to the crunk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
Mantronix,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.