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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Davy DMX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.