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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Shoche,
Scientists,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
Ten City,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Depeche Mode,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr,
MC5,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.