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 China and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
ABBA,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Tears for Fears,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
Neu!,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.