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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Quadrant to the disco 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
ABC,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Ludus,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
Charles Mingus,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.