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 Mauritania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
Excepter,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.