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 Sweden and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
Wire,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
Dark Day,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
ABC,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Lower 48,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.