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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
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 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 Main Source to the electroclash 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
Q and Not U,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Supertramp,
The Birthday Party,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.