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 Chile and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Lonnie Liston Smith 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.