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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stereo Dub to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.