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 Belize and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Das Ding to the rock 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Ludus,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
Sister Nancy,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
The Move,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.