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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.