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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
The Golliwogs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
Television,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.