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 Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Knickerbockers to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Darondo,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.