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 Albania and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
Index,
Clear Light,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
X-102,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.