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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Agitation Free to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
The Selecter,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.