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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Bad Manners to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
Flipper,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Wake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.